The billionaire is my baby daddy

Amelia paced back and forth in front of me, her eyes darting around the room. "Trust me, this masked party won't be like any other you've been to. You'll have a great time, I promise," she said, grabbing my hand.

I hesitated, still feeling raw and hurt from my recent break-up with Jonathan. I had no desire to go out and socialize, but Amelia was insistent. "I don't know, Amelia. I'm not really in the mood for a party right now," I said, trying to pull my hand away.

But Amelia wouldn't let me go. "Come on, you need to get out and have some fun. Don't let one bad guy ruin your whole life," she said, her expression softening.

I sighed, knowing she was right. I couldn't let Jonathan's betrayal consume me forever. "Okay, fine. I'll go," I said, reluctantly. "But what should I wear?"

Amelia's face lit up with excitement. "Yes! You won't regret it, I promise. And don't worry about the outfit, we'll find something perfect for you to wear."

Despite my reservations, I started to feel a flicker of excitement. Maybe Amelia was right - maybe I did need to let loose and have some fun. With a deep breath, I agreed to go to the party, wondering what the night would bring.

After several hours of trying on different outfits, I finally settled on a stunning dress that perfectly matched the color theme of the party. "I think I'll go with this one," I said, twirling around for Amelia to see.

She clapped her hands in approval. "You look gorgeous! Now, shall we?" she asked, offering her arm.

I couldn't help but laugh at her exaggerated manners. "Yes, let's go," I said, linking my arm with hers.

As we made our way into the grand mansion, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and trepidation. It had been years since I had been to a masked party, and the memories of my past relationship still lingered.

Amelia, on the other hand, was in her element. She danced and mingled with ease, while I found solace at the bar, sipping on a drink and watching the partygoers from afar.

As the night progressed, I found myself feeling more at ease with the party's anonymity. The masks allowed me to forget about my past and embrace the mystery and intrigue of the night. But that all changed when I saw him - a tall, dark stranger, dressed in a black suit and mask. He stared at me, making me feel uncomfortable.

I quickly averted my gaze, pretending to be interested in my drink, but he approached me nonetheless. "Hey there, beautiful. May I have this dance?" he asked, his voice smooth and low.

I turned to face him, my eyes narrowed. "No," I replied firmly, taking a few steps away from him.

But he persisted, following me as I tried to make my escape. "Come on, it's just a dance," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

I stopped in my tracks, turning to face him with a scowl. "And who might you be?" I asked, shunning him.